"But I won't go live with the Duan Family," said Xiu Xi.
"It's okay, it's okay." Duan Qianyang didn't dare to hope for too much, and what he had now already made him very satisfied.
Besides, there was still the old man of the Duan Family at home. He knew the old man's thoughts; he had already sacrificed for the family's honor and wouldn't let his son follow in his footsteps.
Duan Qianyang came in a good mood, and left even more invigorated, walking as if with a breeze.
Ruan Jiaojiao snuggled in Xiu Xi's arms, watching the Duan Family's car leave. She couldn't help but sigh, truly, parents have such pitiful hearts. They didn't even know that their real son had long been tragically killed by Liu Mei.
"Meow." Brother Xi, are we just going to let Liu Mei get away with killing the real Xiu Xi?
Though in the previous life, the real Xiu Xi destroyed the whole world, in this world, until he died, he was just a pitiful child, mistreated by his adoptive father and stepmother.
